Wednesday, May 21, 2014

I take the train most days, either to and from school or to and from the brewery. So, like, a lot of SEPTA time.

Most days, unless I'm real wrapped up in a podcast or something, I end up thinking apocalyptic thoughts. Not at all like "oh man, I wish the world was ending" and not even scurred, like Melancholia is right around the corner - different.

It's more like, "if something big went down right now, and we all had to live in this subway car for a while (because obviously underground is going to be a safe bet), who will be on what team, and who will be Jack/Locke, where is the best spot to camp out if you know it'll be for a few weeks. How many granola bars are in my backpack?"
I guess I'm a little crazy. This mainly happens on the Orange line. Anyone else?

Speaking of which, I'm coming up on my 10 year anni here, and JUST REALIZED THAT THE ORANGE LINE HAS ORANGE SEATS AND THE BLUE LINE HAS BLUE SEATS. Duh, Sue.

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I think about this all the time, probably every single time I ride SEPTA, which means several times a day.

Once, my trolley was stuck in the tunnel under Center City. We waited in total darkness, watching cars screek past on the opposite track. People were whimpering; one woman sobbed. Eventually some lights came toward us; it was three SEPTA men in reflective yellow jackets. They led us out of the trolley and along the tracks to an exit that took us up some rickety stairs to the street above. There were rats everywhere, and the whole place smelled like the inside of a dead animal. I remember my allergies going crazy. It really did feel like the end of the world.